Epimetheus had in his house a jar, in which were kept certain noxious articles, for which, in fitting man for his new abode, he had had no occasion. […] One day he had drawn his nets to land, and had taken a great many fishes of various kinds. […] The siege had lasted so long that she had learned to distinguish the persons of the leaders. […] Not one had yet succeeded in solving it, and all had been slain. […] At length he had spent all and had only his daughter left, a daughter worthy of a better parent.